A/N: Long time no see.. Yeah I suck. Its been hard for me to write these cause the show is so disappointing and I haven't even watched since like the 4th episode of the 4th season. Ugh so annoying. But your comments have inspired me! Thank you:D Anonymous Guest I hope you read and enjoy! Also sorry if there are inconsistencies I cant go back and read my other chapters, its much too embarrassing.

"Stiles what the-" Scott seemed to be at a loss for words. But Stiles was too busy launching himself off Derek and over the coffee table, arms tangled in his shirt, to come up with an excuse for what they had almost witnessed.

After a few moments he was once again upright and fully clothed they all had a very uncomfortable staring contest. No one seemed willing to break it. Stiles looked from Derek to Scott, while his friend's eyes darted between Malia Stiles and Derek. The magically young werewolf chose to exasperatedly stared between Scott and Stiles. Stiles could imagine why he might be confused. After all it would be fairly normal for this to happen if they were dating, but everyone was acting as though he had two heads.

Deciding their little game had gone on too long Peter broke the silence.

After an unnecessarily loud exhale, "So, bathrooms this way?" Peter exited the room as though this was the least interesting thing he'd witnessed all year… which it probably was. I mean they'd seen two guys meld into one and his english teacher turn into a hideous monster; what was Stiles molesting his de-aged nephew compared to that?

Apparently Scott did not see it that way though. Nor did Malia, if her confused expression was anything to go by.

"Scott I can explain!" Stiles started, then fell short everyone's eyes now on him, maybe he couldn't. "Okay, maybe it'll take me a minute." He laughed nervously.

Derek looked a little unsure. "I take it they don't know?" he asked. Looking to stiles for confirmation.

"Know what?!" Scott seemed to have found his voice, looking equal parts confused and angry.

Taking that as his queue Stiles jumped up and dragged Scott out the front door slamming it behind him and leaving a stony faced teenage Derek sitting on his couch still only half dressed. Stiles almost started to explain but stopped himself when he realized Derek could hear him.

Scott gave him a look that said "Well?"

"Ok, so… Lets go for a drive." Once in the car, a good mile and a half away stiles began to explain, "I had to tell him something!" throwing up his arms, as though he expected Scott to understand.

"What, so you told him touching his dick would fix his memories?!" Scott said in an incredulously loud whisper. "Dude, how could you take advantage of him like that? Plus, Derek's gonna kill you!" he gestured towards the direction of the house.

"What! Noooo! How could you even think i'd do something like that?" Stiles shuddered, he took some low roads but not that low. "I told him we were dating to get him to trust me! He refused to leave the station with me unless I gave him a reason." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You told me to think of something and I did, okay? But he's so different than you would think.."

He watched as realization dawned on his friend. "That still doesn't explain what we walked in on! Couldn't you just say you were waiting for marriage or something?"

"Oh poor sweet naive Scott." Stiles shook his head and considered, "Well.. he was really flirtatious.. and I would totally not expect Derek to be like that.." He paused smiling fondly till he saw Scott's motion to move on, "I mean come on do you honestly think I would try to seduce Derek of all people? I mean sure he's attractive.. but really. You've met the guy! And it's not like we even like each other.. plus he would never like me, right? I mean the real him, so..." he looked up at his friend letting his ramblings dwindle, at least having the good grace to look guilty.

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"Do you really not see what's wrong with this? You aren't even gay!" Scott fixed him with a disapproving stare. Stiles shrugged, looking away.

"I did what I had to do!" he said, a little more drama than necessary, starting the engine and heading back towards the house.

"Yeah, and then some." Scott added under his breath.

"I heard that without werewolf hearing." Stiles glared at the road. Why was it whenever he tried to help something like this happened? OK maybe not exactly like the situation he was in now, but something went wrong in any case.

"So am I supposed to pretend I know about you two now?" Scott questioned.

"Uhm I guess you could act like I just came out to you.." They both sat in silence for a moment, this was quickly becoming a theme of the night.

"Did you?" Scott cleared his throat.

"I guess." Stiles kept his eyes on the road. He knew his friend would always support him but it was still an awkward conversation.

"OK, then it won't be a lie and he shouldn't notice. I'm glad you finally told me buddy. I've been waiting for a while." He reassuringly patted Stiles' shoulder.

"Geez, can I have no secrets?" They both laughed, "It's not that I didn't trust you or anything I've just been trying to figure it out, you know?" Stiles had wondered about his sexuality for a while, it was like everybody was hot and he didn't particularly care what gender they were.

"I get it man, i'm always here though, whenever you need me." Stiles pulled into the driveway and looked his best friend in the eye.

"It's getting a little too sappy in here, lets hug it out and go inside to stitch up this mess." And they did.

When Stiles pushed open the front door he immediately took in the scene before him. Peter and Derek sitting facing each other on two dining room chairs, Derek occasionally poking peters face or bicep, while the man rolled his eyes.

"Stiles is this really my uncle?" Derek asked not breaking his focus on the perceived impostor.

"Um, I haven't seen the family tree but that's what you've told us." He pointed over at Malia, "And that's your cousin, Peter's daughter."

Derek spared her a glance, "You have a daughter? Damn, you're old!" Derek grinned obviously enjoying this bit of information. Stiles was glad that Derek had lost his glum mood.

"Haha." Peter glared at the boy but there wasn't much fire in it.

"Why are you so old? What happened?" He looked at Scott then to Stiles for an answer. "And where did you go?"

Now it was Stiles turn to sigh, "OK so there's some stuff we have to explain to you." He looked at Scott for confirmation that he should proceed; the small not he gave was enough. "I had to go tell Scott about our relationship and me.. That's why we left." He gestured to himself, technically not a lie so it seemed to pass. "But that's not what's really important right now." His voice cracked a little. The prospect of breaking this horrible news to a boy who had already gone through it once was heartbreaking.

Honestly it didn't seem like the best time. So he decided to stick to half truths. "You remember Kate Argent?" Stiles asked and Derek nodded looking slightly uncomfortable.

"What about her?" He looked around the room waiting for an answer.

"She sort of magically de-aged you…" Stiles stared at him waiting for a reaction.

"What? Is that even possible? Why?" Momentarily distracted by Derek's expressive eyebrows, it took Stiles a moment to realize that everyone was waiting for him to continue.

"Yeah, that's why we were in mexico, some sort of ancient ruin whatnot, i'm not exactly an expert. As for why?" He looked around for help on that one, waiting till Peter chimed in.

"We assume it was in an effort to get you to trust her again. We think she wants something, but we're not sure what. Yet." Then it was Scott's turn to be helpful.

"But we are looking, and for now we have to keep you safe because whatever it is you seem to be an important part of it." He looked awkwardly at Stiles. "That's why I left you with your.. Um, Stiles. I doubt she'd look here."

Stiles rolled his eyes, the fact that they'd all converged here could be a tell tale sign. But he kept his thoughts to himself.

"Well how old am I?" Derek asked.

"Probably like 25 give or take, i'm not really sure." Stiles responded nonchalantly.

"You're not sure? Stiles you're 17 and you are dating a 25 year old man?" Malia made a noise in the corner and Derek shot her a look. "I'm starting to see why you wouldn't want to tell your dad. He'd probably be right to shoot me!" Scott looked increasingly more uncomfortable and Malia slightly angrier with each passing moment. "This totally explains the no sex thing. You're jailbait!"

"Oh my god! Derek lets not air all our dirty laundry in the dining room okay!" A blush covered Stiles' cheeks and he covered his face with his hands.

"It certainly didn't look that way earlier." Peter interjected. "Though i suppose Derek's predicament offers a convenient loophole for the both of you."

Malia moved across the room to stand by stiles, as she did Derek gave an audible sniff. Suddenly stiles was up and being tossed against the wall. "You were with him and me at the same time?" She was angry.. maybe rightfully but not really because stiles never said anything would really happen between them and he wasn't technically actually seeing Derek.

Before Stiles even had time to formulate an answer Derek had pulled Malia back eyes glowing blue. "Oh Jesus!" Stiles tried to grab him but the young werewolf shook him off easily. Before Scott could get between them he had shoved her to the ground her claws making a long stripe of red down his arm.

"Never threaten him again." Derek growled and when she tried to rebound Scott finally kicked into action and howled them both into submission.

"Thanks for the help Peter it was much needed." Stile shot a glare at the man onlooking casually.

Peter just shrugged and wore his trademark smirk, "You looked like you had it handled." By now both teens were having a glaring contest over the alpha's shoulder. "Okay that's enough teen drama for one night. Malia we're leaving." She started to protest but Peter grabbed her by the arm and all but dragged her from the house. Ran to the door and stopped them for a moment.

"Malia, I owe you an explanation but I think it will have to wait; i'm sorry that I caught you off guard." He tried to placate her so that she wouldn't be tempted to rip his lungs out later. Instead of responding she leaned forward and kissed him hard before her disgruntled looking father pushed her out the door, glaring at Stiles as he went.

Plopping himself down on the couch Stiles successfully ignored Derek's growl and Scott's warning. "I guess I owe you an explanation too." he said though his words were muffled by the arm thrown over his face.

"I'd say so." Derek responded, still across the room.

"That can wait." Scott said, hoping they could put all this off indefinitely and focus on more important things. "Right now, you are coming home with me. My mom is expecting us and my dad's not coming over tonight."

"Why am I not staying here? I want to be with Stiles." Derek said indignantly and stiles groaned on the couch, he was sure they could both smell the spike of arousal that coursed through him at the thought.

"Haha. No. We've all seen how that went down the first time. Plus I don't trust you to stick to your own rules." He looked pointedly at Stiles who rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Look maybe it's for the best." He was a little disappointed too.

"Can't you just come with us? What if something happens to you?" Derek's eyebrows knit together in worry.

"Umm.." Stiles looked to his friend for an answer.

"Oh whatever, its not like my mom will care."

"Ok I guess i'll go get my stuff and call my dad."

A/N: A weird end I know, I have more in mind I just wanted to get a chapter up because I felt like a jerk for not posting in a while! There will probably be more smut in the next chapter if that's what you're here for haha